He looked beneath his shirt today There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide From the wound a lovely flower grew From somewhere deep inside He turned around to face his mother To show her the wound in his breast that burned like a brand But the sword that cut him open Was the sword in his mother's hand

Every day another miracle Only death will tear us apart To sacrifice a life for yours I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart The blood of the Lazarus heart

Though the sword was his protection The wound itself would give him power The power to remake himself At the time of his darkest hour She said the wound would give him courage and pain The kind of pain that you can't hide From the wound a lovely flower grew From somewhere deep inside

Every day another miracle Only death will keep us apart To sacrifice a life for yours I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart The blood of the Lazarus heart

Birds on the roof of my mother's house I've no stones that chase them away Birds on the roof of my mother's house Will sit on my roof someday They fly at the window, they fly at the door Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore She counts all her children as a shield against the rain Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower to the rain

Every day another miracle Only death will keep us apart To sacrifice a life for yours I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart The blood of the Lazarus heart